Lyrics:
weather
I did what I did for the betta
Ima keep palming this bread like a tella
Not there for the ride nigga so I dead ha
All pride to the side
You gettin
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
(think)
How you get money, wit time to hate
Positions is different, I contemplate
Move by myself cuz niggas be fake
But most of em be lost, dat's a cost
on appearances to get you by
Rainbows in my bifocals
bicoastal
Betta than whoever 10x over
Settle for the Reginald
We omnipotent....INFINITE
See plaques now
of movin' them bricks for my Balenci' kicks
My cousin got shot up by many men
Wish he was 50 Cent
We would still be gettin' rich or die tryin'
Flash out
Walk
got that call
grabbed the pistol
Like I'm too cool
Like I'm too cool
To tell my niggaz chill
We make new moves
The pin come with a doll like its voodoo
up. See the boss up. Plenty moves. My Rent paid my hair laid and my car on full. Let me hold some let smoke some. What Niggaz used to pull. I ain’t got
wanted to be famous, well you gonna get what you wanted
America's most wanted, they 'bout to see ya up on it
You normally move like a tortuise, but you
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
Black I'm the real Black Panther
Grew up on 50 Cent
I can tell you a Wanksta
In High School you were the man
You a prankster
I saw you in a skirt, your
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, rock, blows,
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
a chick a pump that got asthma
And I'm busy so I move a bit faster
You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya
Ha ha I'm a bastard
Damn near showin' his
"Aaah!" (Aaah!)
which way did he go? You don't know
You move too slow, boy you BLOW
My style flows on you right here
Where my Queens niggaz? (RIGHT HERE!)
Move it thru a city hard
Like 4th down and 50 yards
Posted up at da crack lounge or a pissy bar
cnd Coke it up cuz this Pepsi ain't gone get me on
When
I dominate my opponents
To the hardcore niggaz, keep on! (motherfucker)
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline,
Not the one
Not the one to be bitchin'
This is my man's ambition
Then I had a vision of me blowing my ammunition
Make a couple of moves, I'm in
spend twelve dimes
I always end up with nothin
Women they waste my time
You should know by now
What you rooting for
Can't make up your mind though
Betta
down couldn't lock me in
Niggaz caught me slipping by myself
But they couldn't box me in
Shoot me my rounds, and if
I loose bitch we gone box again
My
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
pioneer paving the way
Eminem, 50 Cent, I've been""Patiently Waitin'""
Now the time finally came to throw my name in ya face
Like BRAP
Wasiu, nigga I'm in
dividends feeling like 50 cent
Gotta keep that heater cuz I'm hated by so many men
Haterz they smile and grin, like they your fucking friend
Some of'em play
Big Broski, calming us down, he gave em like a fifty, in cents
They ain't getting any bands, cause we driving in Benz, fuck them mofuckas' it don't
Discuss these niggaz betta move by 50 cent Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In